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I feel like I love you from afar-
when I see you in the hall I hope that you'll smile at me.
You don't. But I think, someday, maybe.. I get that tight feeling in my throat when you brush my arm, afraid I'll never have you..
I try to have fun with your friends, maybe I'll impress you? Maybe you'll think "Wow, she's so friendly! So accepting!"
You don't. But I think-someday, maybe he'll feel something..
That isn't supposed to happen anymore.
Isn't your love supposed to save me from that?
Isn't this supposed to be love?